the female gaze

Look with your eyes, not with your hands.


Such a minute fraction of this life do we live: so much is sleep, tooth-brushing, waiting for mail, for metamorphosis, for those sudden moments of incandescence: unexpected, but once one knows them, one can live life in the light of their past and the hope of their future.



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Monday, September 16, 2002
 
alive and well

I am in fact alive and well. I think I am more well than I was last week, not quite 100% healthy, but approaching health from the brief annoyance of a sore throat and a sexier than usual voice. Finished my Watson proposal - it's amazing how much time it takes to work through an idea, sometimes, at least when details are involved and you are answering the somewhat daunting question - you have $25,000 and a year, what do you want to do with it? Well, I have my answer now after a 5-hour spell in a window-less computer lab and flashbacks from last year getting lost in the same way.
Did something I haven't done yet this year - actually two things - gym and library. Go me. We're studying Greek city-states in my urban planning class, so I guess all that talk of the mind and body and discipline and exercize - well, it got to me. That and a truism on the Jenny Holtzer bench in the Midd Museum, study as much as you can. Laundry today too... getting up at 8 is really good.

Yesterday was one of those divine sundays given over to debate - sadly I miss those days. Everyone and their mother is coming to Williams this weekend, but especially me, Jeremy, Yosh, and Dan and Nates... a whole van or two filled with novii too. It's amazing, we have a big debate team, the first time ever. Also last night, we did Whose Line is it Anyway? prop comedy with these heavy duty bed-raisers that make good peg legs, abe lincoln hats, and madonna-esque cone boobs. I was thinking the other day that Madonna or "the Madonna" would make a good name for a dog. Anyway, I digress... but we got some more Sex and the City in...


The semester of good books - oh yeah, Plato, Matthew (as in the Gospel according to Matthew) and Neusadt all call me away now... up on my princess-bed (double mattress) no one can distract me.